Angel Wheeler

raising chickens

  • Noughts and Crosses

    Yesterday I popped off about teaching my chicken to beat me at tic tac toe. Maybe you didn’t pay attention to that comment or maybe you snickered or maybe you thought I was making stuff up. When J-Dub mentioned playing tic tac toe against a chicken one time at a fair, I figured he was full of… Read more

  • I’m Not Gonna Hurt You, I Only Want to Chew On Your Neck.

      The J&A Chicken Ranch, the place I call home, is stocked with 2 dogs and 14 chickens.  Natural enemies, they are.  The dogs live in the fenced backyard and the chickens live in a chicken pen and garden shed close to the backyard.  Somedays I like to let the dogs out, and somedays I like to… Read more

  • UP

    Remember when Freedom was just a baby, trying to fly out of the box? Now here she is perched on my foot, while my leg is crossed. But that’s not high enough.  So to my knee she flutters. Next is the arm of the chair I’m sitting in. Then the back of the chair that she… Read more

  • GOT HIM!

            The sweet (or salty) taste of victory. Read more

  • Cock-a-doodle-dude?

    I don’t watch Dancing With the Stars or Gray’s Anatomy or American Idol.  Instead of sitting in front of the idiot box, I spend my evenings with chickens.  Yes I realize it leaves the question, “who is the real idiot here?”   They’re my form of entertainment. Covered in feathers, with feet like E.T., and mostly… Read more

  • Sorry and Thank You

    Sorry. I’m sorry about yesterday’s post. I whined and complained and had a pity party. You came here for an enjoyable read, and got a mess of moping around instead.  I will try not to let that happen again.  I’m ashamed.  Today I am better.  Much, much better.  I received some wonderful advice from readers,… Read more

  • A Dirty Bath

    We’ve crossed a milestone here at the J&A Chicken Ranch. The chickens spent their first night outside last night. As one friend said, they made their maiden voyage.  Yes dear friends, the little boogers are growing up.  They are spreading their wings and getting the heck out of dodge. You mustn’t ever let J-Dub know I… Read more

  • One Step Closer to Coopdom

    The chicks are 4 weeks old this week and are slowly being prepared for their new outdoor home. This weekend we worked on the chicken pen, and it won’t be long until they must spread their wings and fly from this chicky mama’s box in the bedroom out into the coop and the big, wide world.    … Read more

  • All Fowled Up

     Remember this little fellow? Henery Hawk from Looney Tunes.  “I’m a chicken hawk and I smell chicken.”  His agenda was to catch a chicken.  Even though this cartoon was all fun and games, tonight I discovered this is a real life problem in my world. I know there is a hawk around this place where I live.  Probably… Read more

  • The Great Outdoors

      This chickie mama act is turning out to be a harder gig than you might imagine. The chicks are growing faster than hairs out of an old man’s ear.  They have outgrown their square box, and I found it necessary to cut two boxes and tape them together at the ends to make a… Read more